In the park there is a beautiful den.
From the far end, anyone full-grown would have to crawl in, but here I can just bend my knees slightly.
The willow was planted four years ago. Willow can grow like a weed: these cut branches rooted easily. Branches within are woven together to make a tunnel. At the far end there is a pipe so the whole can be irrigated if necessary. Then it widens out, to reveal
I had not seen how beautiful it all is. I walked there in the morning, then cycled back for the photograph this afternoon. I was less than two hours before sunset- just in time. Tomorrow might not be so beautiful.